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First, I hate blind dates. But, for a friend, I agreed to go on one. I met Sally at a restaurant and I knew I was in trouble right away. She was dressed in old, dirty clothes, was slouched in her seat, and her hair looked like a child had hacked it with a knife because it was sticking out all over the place. She would hardly say two words during the entire meal, instead just stuffing food into her mouth at an alarming rate. I paid, wished her well, and never offered her my contact info.
-- Dallas, 29